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I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

My Definition (of A Philosopher) Is Of A Man Up In A Balloon, With His Family And Friends Holding The Ropes Which Confine Him To Earth And Trying To Haul Him Down.

Now And Then Genius Carries All Before It, But Not Often. We Have To Climb Slowly, With Many Slips And Falls.

... For It Is The Small Temptations Which Undermine Integrity Unless We Watch And Pray And Never Think Them Too Trivial To Be Resisted.

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.